Man, I gotta stop smoking shit 'Cause shit gon' straight I can't and I won't stop, ha, ha, ha, ha Damn, yeah, blueberries
This microphones is mines, I seen you I'm hopin' that you step so I can bust chest open This is how I am, this is my Don't try to battle me, I fatalities
And is how it is when the microphone put to torture MC's tried to step but I caught ya I'm like a sorcerer, magical with I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for mind
And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't try I why MC's done tried to step in and they died Now I be that MC, you see that Lyricist that breaks backs
Matter of a fact ain't the way you should do it is how it is in showbiz I know MC cant even get close Cause I rock shit the west to the east coast
Why they wanna fuck my smoke? Why they fuck with my smoke? Kurupt tell me, why wanna fuck?
Now I'm rollin' in the lane tryin' to find the right lane I'm spittin' game big pimpin' is my name I a flame, so I can get this shit lit Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to me a hit
I got my named kingpin to the right And we on smoking all night And when we my nigga named priest gon' increase the peace Blaze up another sack, get your kakies
'Cause it's on and poppin', ain't no Snoop is on the mic I'm hoppin' just like a motherfuckin' strap Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your
Because umm, why you we creepin' And um, we got a fat of blueberries, it's scary My jerry told me one day He said snoop when you reach the top you please blaze a J
For me and my homie J D O G, in the penitentiary but see Its still cool to me cause swing it on bring it on Got another fat so blaze up the ozone It on that we aint no joke
So motherfuckin' off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke
Why they fuck with my smoke? Somebody tell me why they wanna with my smoke? They say no to and ugh to drugs But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga
Why they wanna with my smoke? Somebody tell me why they fuck with my smoke? say no to dope and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a thug nigga
Spots stay open, water hydro Orange fire and chronic out the door Dogg soprano, Buddha the pimp Been had hoe's, been havin'
Spit out gangsta like haa chooo In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa Tha relatives, how gangsta is my life blowin' do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin' out the ills and its hurtin' Kickin' door down and searchin' niggaz In the fence for a and its perkin' niggaz You niggaz some gangstaz you some working niggaz
Ain't no mo silent My prediction, 2004 theres gon' be hoes and niggaz Or peepin' out the barrel of a 40 Hood on crime, homies killing homies
to Harlem, chips flippin' we ballin' Ain't nuttin' better than being young and ballin' Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some Master marna for the law
I'm from the salty 619, of the corca holders with pistolas and purple morta Americas finest find me north of tha Please, no seeds, break cost an awful lot
Chay flag on a borca, in croca's or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars This for big tony, homey in the Inglewood to tango, relativez the
Why they fuck with my smoke? Somebody tell me why wanna fuck with my smoke? They say no to and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' thug
Why they wanna fuck with my Somebody me why they wanna fuck with my smoke? say no to dope and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a thug nigga
Why they wanna fuck with my Somebody tell me why wanna fuck with my smoke? say no to dope and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' nigga